 | [Poems by Cary in] Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
A PACK OF TRUTHS.
No matter how strictly according to Hoyle
You may shuffle your cards or your own mortal coil—
How you play out your best cards or what you conceal,
There is one who can beat you and give you the De'il.
You may shuffle your cards or your own mortal coil—
How you play out your best cards or what you conceal,
There is one who can beat you and give you the De'il.
In the sharp game of life you may win the first trick:
But after you 've cut your last cards and your trick,
Then, deuce take it all, even though you die game,
Whether kings, queens, or knaves, he will take you the same.
But after you 've cut your last cards and your trick,
Then, deuce take it all, even though you die game,
Whether kings, queens, or knaves, he will take you the same.
You will find life at last is a pretty grave joke,
For you can't let it pass, and you cannot revoke;
Gabriel takes you at last, you may like it or lump,
For he'll order you up, and he holds the last trump.
For you can't let it pass, and you cannot revoke;
Gabriel takes you at last, you may like it or lump,
For he'll order you up, and he holds the last trump.
| [Poems by Cary in] Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary | |